TIMELINE

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Ethan Coté

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They said I'd never make it back
And they was right
I'm tryna make it out
Let me take it back in time before I wrote a song or line
The days when I ain't worried bout the dotted lines or dollar signs
Back when I ain't worried bout the snakes but these hoes serpentine
Now I'm doin me on all these WAV's, ain't talking waterlines
I'm talking bout the times when I would find the track and run on the beat
Get done by nine and if it's fine with mom- I'm running the street
But she ain't knowing all the stuff that I would do that I sneaked
I'm talking bitches, sigs with switches, out at parties til three
Those were the simpler times
When I wrote simpler lines
Didn't care about nobody but myself, I ain't lying
Never gave my family memories except lots of crying
But now I realize family matters, take it back to '89
Just like the TV show, an easy road
I could've took that street but no
I chose to take the harder road, a chain reaction dominos
The fame we lacking, vamanos
We speeding it up- DFox or Rose
We lighting the beam and inviting the hoes
Inciting a scene, but providing a show
I'm bringing real rap back, this ain't that fake trap rap
Yeah I know that shit be real but those involved with it cap
I highly doubt you fucks have ever seen or held up twenty packs
Or been addicted to some shit- yeah, I was popping em back
These songs I mix it, make a hit, and then I drop em like a screen that got cracked
I never lack, I keep the three-two on my back like I'm KAT
I'll shoot from anywhere and if I'm getting board I put-back
Because I knew that I'm that dude and y'all just sat there and laughed
But who's laughing now, bitches
You all got alcoholism
While I'm out here getting head, this girl deepthroat it like Pistons
If the block is lookin hot, don't follow twelve like the Christians
Ain't no disciple of the Bible cuz my story ain't written
I'm an author and a monster writing flows so atrociously
That just go so ferociously, that this all that they know from me
Maybe this shit's my destiny, maybe all I'm supposed to be
This ain't what my mom hoped for me
Smoking weed like I'm a hippie but now it's properly dosed for me
Feeling hope more than hopefully, all y'all hoes got to go for me
Make em choke and get the rope more importantly
Send these bros to the Lord for me, squash the beef like a gourd for me
And if you think your bitch a good girl- turn her into a whore for me
Yeah, she like to take it deep like she is Damian on PG from three
And I got no love to give to those who extorting me
I stay connected to the streets directly like an IV
Just look at me, ain't no one stopping me
Ain't nobody stopping me now
We pack it, grind the weed down
Don't play with me, no Wii now
You old news bitch, you senile
This off of the dome, a freestyle
Been locked in my home, but meanwhile
I'm writing alone, all me now
I'm back on my throne
A king now of the 808 basses as I be hitting these stages
Got like thirty bitches standing in the front showing faces
And if you still think I ain't shit- then just rewind this and play it
Because I'm better than ever, I drew the line and y'all traced it
Y'all thought I changed
Nah, the world changed me
No two paths are linear
So pick yours

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